Chop The Tree

When in the winter of our discontent,

We found a way,

To tie a bond between our hearts,

In the open field should there we lay,

Found a sharp stone, found a big tree,

found a clear space in the bark,

Laughing louder, chance a fine thing,

Moving slowly, off the mark...

Out of season, given reason,

Could we see inclement weather

Chorus: Will you want me, as I want you, as you are,

The autumn is the finest time,

The finest of them all,

Will you need me, as I need you, as I did,

As I always should've done,

Tell me when we're there

Not too long, and not too far,

My dreams and I were wondering,

If we harbour, if we labour,

Sweet the fruit that fortune brings...

Who will help us, through these cold years,

Could I glimpse a rising sun,

Repeat Chorus

Will you love me,

As I love you constantly

Wasted in the downpour

Whatever we believe,

Whatever we believe...

Take them under, take them over,

Crack the bullwhip,

Chop the tree...